It wouldn’t be a first Christmas without a visit to Santa. So we went to Macy’s, because when you want to see Santa you go to Santaland.
The line wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, we waited 30-45 minutes, but there is so much to look at that it really didn’t seem that long.
And the Santa was great (we know the guy) and knew all kinds of stuff about us, like telling me we should make sure to put out cookies – if I didn’t eat all the dough first (Rob filled him in on this habit prior), so when Simon is bigger – super fun.
Simon was not in his smileyest mood, but being 6pm and cranky time, not screaming was kind of a miracle.
